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Cole seized an opportunity and changed his destiny. With seventy-two dollars and a train ticket, the world was his oyster. But the women he would meet on the frontier's edge in 1872, amidst the train yards and wild western saloons of Kansas, would forever change his life and guide him to love and lust.
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Cole smiled and was about to inquire about further work to be done in Drusilla's employ when suddenly there was a voice at the door. "Drusilla, who are you speaking to?" A deep male voice asked as the doorknob was tried from the outside, finding it locked.
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Cole seized an opportunity and changed his destiny. With seventy-two dollars and a train ticket, the world was his oyster. But the women he would meet on the frontier's edge in 1872, amidst the train yards and wild western saloons of Kansas, would forever change his life and guide him to love and lust.

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

Cole smiled and was about to inquire about further work to be done in Drusilla's employ when suddenly there was a voice at the door. "Drusilla, who are you speaking to?" A deep male voice asked as the doorknob was tried from the outside, finding it locked.

Cole's eyes flew open wide, and fear gave his hands speed, pulling up his pants and flipping his suspenders up over his bare shoulders. His eyes flew to Drusilla, whose expression seemed surprised but far less concerned than his. "No one, Jeffrey. I am practicing my lines for the skit in the next women's club gala. You remember what a riotous time we had last time, don't you?"

There was no reply from behind the door, and for half a heartbeat Cole thought her husband may have bought the ruse when suddenly the door crashed in. A stumbling man in a tan tweed suit flew towards the bed, off balance. His eyes were wide and his mouth open in shock as he appeared as surprised as they that his first attempt to kick in the door had been successful.

His face became of mask of pure rage as his eyes settled on Cole, who was fumbling for his shirt and shoes in one hand and his coat in the other. "I bloody well knew it!" the mustachio'd man roared, and when steady, began fumbling in his inner coat pockets. "I knew it, you cheap harlot!"

Drusilla strode towards her husband, her hands out like a supplicant, still entirely nude. "Calm yourself, Jeffrey. You will rile up your neurasthenia again."

His eyes never leaving Cole, Jeffrey pulled a small two-barreled pistol from his coat and, with a trembling hand, brandished it in front of him, pulling the hammer back with his thumb. "F___ you and f___ my neurasthenia!"

Cole didn't think; he just reacted, flipping backwards on the bed over his shoulder, as the gun fired with a sound like a thunderclap. When his feet found the floor on the opposite side of the bed, he looked up to see Jeffrey, clearly as shaken as Cole by the report of the gun, who was trying to set his aim back on the fast moving young man. Cole hopped onto the bed again on his feet and, in a rush, leaped off the end, up and over his attacker.

Jeffrey tried to fire the gun a second time but in his haste, failed to re-cock the weapon, pulling the trigger three times on an already fired chamber. Cole ducked mid-leap to avoid the head jamb of the doorway and landed heavily on the throw rug just outside the room. He sprinted down the balcony, over the grand foyer, and had turned at the staircase, when the bannister railing just before him disintegrated in an explosion of splinters. Terrified and at the same moment relieved, Cole exhaled heavily as his feet pounded on the stairs. He was familiar enough with the type of gun he'd seen Jeffrey wielding to know it held but two bullets and it would take longer to reload it than it would take Cole to escape.

Glancing down the stairs, he was utterly shocked to see an elderly housekeeper standing by the door, apparently unworried or unaware of the discharging firearm. With a wink and a grin, she opened the front door and gestured through it as Cole's bare feet hit the wood flooring of the foyer. The door was wide and white with a great pattern of faceted glass, and before the woman could finish, "Good day, sir. Do drop by again." Cole was out the door, down the porch steps and across the manicured lawn of the station manager of the railroad station in Galesburg, Illinois.


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